Almos[F]t heaven, Wes[Dm]t Virginia,
Blue[C] Ridge Mountains, Shen[Bb]andoah Ri[F]ver.
Life is old there, ol[Dm]der than the trees,
Yo[C]unger than the mountains, blo[Bb]wing like a br[F]eeze.
Count[F]ry road, take me h[C]ome
To the pl[Dm]ace I be[Bb]long,
West Virg[F]inia, mountain mo[C]mma,
Take me h[Bb]ome, country r[F]oad.
All my m[F]em'ries ga[Dm]ther 'round her,
Mi[C]ner's lady, str[Bb]anger to blue wa[F]ter.
Dark and dusty, pai[Dm]nted on the sky,
Mi[C]sty taste of moonshine, te[Bb]ar-drop in my e[F]ye.
I h[Dm]ear her vo[C]ice, in the mor[F]ning hours she calls me,
The ra[Bb]dio reminds [F]me of my h[C]ome far away.
And dri[Dm]ving down the r[Gm]oad I get the f[Bb]eeling
That I sh[F]ould have been home yes[C]terday, yes[C7]terday.